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Night.
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep:
Bid thy angels pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.
2 Great my sins are, but thy mercy
Far outweighs them every one;
Down before thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in thy help alone.
3 Keep me through this night of peril,
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,
When my pilgrimage is made!
4 None shall measure out thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which thy holy Son hath wrought.
5 Pardon all my past transgressions;
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with thy blessing,
Till thine angels bid me home!
Thos. Park.